The monster 's Pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : brothel keeper of the Kennels

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive tribade and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact striver history 5 : Via, exemption. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will care an thankless creature, then I shall treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her straits, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his mitt to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the wicked Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the sanctum slattern, by sexual morality of our deity'love and compassion."
—Gospel of Apr 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite enactment of the Gospels of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the inwardness of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy strumpet 's beautiful countenance. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate intimacy that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the gens Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first woman to ever master me. She took my virginal membrane in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from boodle to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a tribade and blank out my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home townsfolk of Tacoma, the Clam loon. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that good afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeast Asia. My buff collected other slaves over the years. Special women trained by me to please her. All were illegitimate child girl of the God scar. I followed the precept of the church doctrine, and broke each girl to my mistress desire.

"brothel keeper,"a gentle vocalism whispered.

I turned to the two doghouse hard worker kneeling before me. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black hair, and Akane Mirai, Prunus amygdalus eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal beef, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my firm service of process. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog auricle on their heads, and butt plugs adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

"Yes ?"I asked, annoyed that they interrupted my devotion.

"Mistress commands your presence at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her haircloth and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite slave, some of the well I ever trained. I gathered their leash, and they crawled before me, their cute backside wagging their seat. As we moved through the large Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my ricksha. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their rear end, their pilus long, falling down their naked rear. Harnesses covered their trunk, attached to the rickshaw. My cunt helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's can. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my shot glass tanned keister.

They giggled, pulling my ricksha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaid used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could order their profession based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, regime workers in grizzly causa and sleeper, nurses in red chaparral and physician in blue-blooded. Everyone was glad. It was the deity Final precept :"find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, partner, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only if real selection a mortal made was sexual bondage. And only the most beautiful young fair sex or handsome Loretta Young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbolic representation of status. If you worked severe at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made undecomposed time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a gracious sheen of sweat on their tanned cutis. Both were blonde, their hair's-breadth lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earlier collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my squawk unharnessed them. I held up moolah square block and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, ma'am,"Lily smiled. I gave her a osculation on the lip and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cellular telephone. They were a breeding couple, and had two daughters that also served as shot glass. schoolmistress allowed Lily to take a turncock and she was summoning it the present moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to rest and watch the miss make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to discipline. A alert work bench with straps to hold down an unruly knuckle down sat before a pegboard from which hung a survival of lash, crops, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten capitulum and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their apprehension had little Alexander Graham Bell on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the home. They did n't sleep in the dog house, instead the five of them would find a way and sleep in a pile of bare flesh.

Quietly standing in the recession behind Diane 's desk was a queasy, coffee-skinned little girl. She had thick, curly, ignominious hair that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice duad of round, plump tits and a curvy figure.

"There you are, my pet,"Diane purred.

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest striver. I want her trained as a bitch."

"Of course, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog neckband and tether."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a bent for finding girls that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, brothel keeper,"I corrected."Fail to cover me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my statement promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the collar at her."From now on you are a kick, and gripe wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her forefront. I could sense Diane 's eye on us."bitch,"I snapped. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitch grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking judiciary and bent her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her limb into the leather cuffs attached to the bench peg, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her wide open and giving me a honest face at the snarl, grim bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."Twenty spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her natural language through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the wood. I gave it a baseball swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

Crack !

"holy hoot !"Gardenia gasped.

"legal injury !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

"I do n't know,"the striver wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, Madam, this bitch needs nineteen more spankings .'You count down, okay."

scag ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

"Thank you Madam, this b-bi ..."She snarled her tongue around the word.

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her back talk."Just acknowledge what you are ... a bitch !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV show and movies, I was the rough mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs 17 more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her rightfulness asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the outset. You do n't get to skip ahead."

fissure !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs nineteen more spankings."

"commodity job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her go away cheek, landing a prissy reverse."Thank you, dame !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My boat paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her face jiggled and her coxa wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her numeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a smattering of Annie 's fiery hair and basis the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juice down my thighs.

I would need relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her look, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's rip triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head, framed by black ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs three more than spankings !"

Another sting smack, reddened impudence jiggling, my kitty burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two more spankings !"

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my fingers to furnish soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This cunt needs one more spanking !"

I wanted to rub my pussy on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in infliction as I rubbed my pussy on her attender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her ductile material body, smearing my succus, an ointment to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."God yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My head word threw back and I stared sightless at the roof as raptus engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my consistency as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a orb on the base beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to stay fresh from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The lady friend wiped her tears from her narrow down face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the dog collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a epithet for a kick. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, ma'am,"she answered.

I hooked the leash to her taking into custody."How do cunt take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

"I do n't know,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the trey so she looked at me."Then answer my question, Cuntlapper."

"Umm, on all fours."She winced, fearing she gave the faulty answer.

I nodded my head and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the floor.

"Good miss,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just conform to Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across bumpy surfaces and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her iniquity, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two beef. She would call for a tail, and that brought a smiling to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the sentence we reached the dog house, I was grounding my tooth and wishing I had a harvest. A few flicks of a whip on her tender ass would motivate her to observe up the pace. The new cunt looked into the cages, the belittled way pairs of squawk and pony-girls lived in. nearly were occupied with brace relaxing in their resign time, playing game or watching telly or making making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the provision bar, the rampart covered with all sorting of intimate toys : dildos, butt ballyhoo, clinch, control, whips, paddles, joke, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the sum while Akane and Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan found comfortable bit to cuddle on the floor.

"Which hoopla should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my digit running across tapered, black plastic, dog nates hanging from the across-the-board end. I hefted a duncish one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in electric shock and she did n't respond me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her optic. It was five inch at its broad."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

"You will,"I promised."Akane, ready the bitch !"

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her seat."On your script and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."reaching behind and circularise your pretty butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown anatomical sphincter. Akane licked her chop, then buried her nerve in the Black bitch 's ass. Her centre widened as Akane tongued her anatomical sphincter, then a smile appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, gabardine dress trimmed with amber. My round of drinks, swarthy breasts popped destitute and I stroked a heavily, wickedness nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My wearing apparel slipped to the base and her eyes fell upon my naked breaking ball."metre to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm sorry, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her tongue was wonderful. Agile, flitting visible radiation as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my headland threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, silky hair and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

"I was right when I named you, bitch !"I gasped."You were born to lap cunt !"

"lady, may I fuck this bitch 's ass ?"Akane asked, looking up at me between dark-red asscheeks.

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the caput nighttime pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made for sure I had a adept bag in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese cunt mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my button, humming through my lilliputian bone. The tinder caught inside me, my Passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and decelerate, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."brand her cum on your cock !"

"Oh, yes, Madam !"grunted Akane as she humped away.

Another sexual climax burned through me. I loved watching a beef get degraded. Breaking her pile until she was quick to attend to, eagre to please. Her glossa speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my putz. Squeeze that asshole. study those pelvic arch. That 's a respectable bitch !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one death thing to do. She tried to rend away as my pissing shaft into her mouth. I held on tight and Akane 's driving force drove her face back into my twat. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her lip, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My slit exploded. pleasure. Rapture. passionateness. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My sinew contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in pocket-sized aftershocks.

Her grimace was a mess. crying ran out of her eyes, kitty-cat cream and urine decorated her fount. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my psyche. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the piss."lap it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete story then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame desegregate with the joy and pain in the ass. muddiness and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading intervention. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last-place few times, squeezing every free fall of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Gods,"panted Cuntlapper.

I shoved the butt-plug up her ass, lubed by Akane 's cum.

"Now you 're fully a bitch !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, dominion of SE Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's sassing. The bitch 's training was concluded and she did n't need to be held in space to accept her mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the pee. When the watercourse died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, schoolmarm,"Cuntlapper purred."This bitch enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the striver 's head, then my Mistress looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you need to be my bitch forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to gaze Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, Mistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant name. You can be called Gardenia once more."

binge glistened in her eyes."Thank you, give thanks you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my fancy woman on the lips."You 're going to get a very prissy reinforcement,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our feet, her coffee skin stark against the white comforter.

"So what is my reinforcement ?"I asked.

"Sit on my aspect and I 'll establish you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after xl years. ”